Was reading this morning in The New Yorker, Dec. 10th issue, about Diarists - why people keep Diaries and why people read them. Diaries, the essayist points out, are not the same as blogging or journal keeping in that a diarist will keep track of every little thing that happened regardless of how important or meaningful. (Don't know, depends on the blog/journal - I think. Some people online do write every little thing they've done and do it every day. Other's like myself write whatever hits their fancy and that they wish to remember, keep a record of, and more importantly to share with others.) At any rate, my blog as you've no doubt figured out by now is not a diary or a letter so much as a public journal that serves two purposes - one to keep track of thoughts I have for myself and well to share those thoughts to the world at large or in flocked posts to a select group whose journals/diaries I read. Electronic correspondence is not the same as long-hand or letters. It's more edited, cleaner, and yet at the same time, often more spontaneous.
( xmas morning )
I went to Midnight Mass last night with my folks, only Mass I go to all year not bein overly religious and more than a tad annoyed with the dogma of the Catholic Church. I did it mostly to support Momster who was singing in the Church Choir. At any rate the sermon based on the Christmas story related in the new testament according to Luke, annoyed more than moved me. It was more or less about why saying Merry Christmas was better than saying Happy Holidays. I found myself wishing the priest had said what my uncle wrote in the short piece of writing he'd sent in his annual Christmas card to my parents. Which is an analysis of the metaphorical meaning of nativity story, as opposed to the literal interpretation that we have become accostumed to.
I know most of my readers or a goodly percentage are either not religious, athesist, agonistic, or not Christian. So I hope you will bear with me while I share what can best be described as a historical and metaphorical analysis of a biblical text; I'm not sharing it to teach, inform, convert, so much as to ponder and discuss because it struck me as unique and interesting. The analysis is the piece of writing that my uncle included in his Xmas card to my parents. Before I share it - I should explain that my uncle is an ordained Catholic Priest, who has been a priest for more than 40 years, working a good percentage of that time on an Indian reservation in South Dakota. He was named after a Saint, the middle son of seven boys and three girls in a poor Irish Catholic family. As soon as he was able he retreated to the sancturary of the priesthood mostly to get away from the chaos at home.
Here's what he wrote:
( An Adult Reading of the Christmas Story )
( xmas morning )
I went to Midnight Mass last night with my folks, only Mass I go to all year not bein overly religious and more than a tad annoyed with the dogma of the Catholic Church. I did it mostly to support Momster who was singing in the Church Choir. At any rate the sermon based on the Christmas story related in the new testament according to Luke, annoyed more than moved me. It was more or less about why saying Merry Christmas was better than saying Happy Holidays. I found myself wishing the priest had said what my uncle wrote in the short piece of writing he'd sent in his annual Christmas card to my parents. Which is an analysis of the metaphorical meaning of nativity story, as opposed to the literal interpretation that we have become accostumed to.
I know most of my readers or a goodly percentage are either not religious, athesist, agonistic, or not Christian. So I hope you will bear with me while I share what can best be described as a historical and metaphorical analysis of a biblical text; I'm not sharing it to teach, inform, convert, so much as to ponder and discuss because it struck me as unique and interesting. The analysis is the piece of writing that my uncle included in his Xmas card to my parents. Before I share it - I should explain that my uncle is an ordained Catholic Priest, who has been a priest for more than 40 years, working a good percentage of that time on an Indian reservation in South Dakota. He was named after a Saint, the middle son of seven boys and three girls in a poor Irish Catholic family. As soon as he was able he retreated to the sancturary of the priesthood mostly to get away from the chaos at home.
Here's what he wrote:
( An Adult Reading of the Christmas Story )